waiting

i sit atop a muddy hill,
underneath the muddy sky.
waiting for you come,
waiting for the stars to shine.

and the stars do shine...
in my dreams.
there only have i held you.
and there we walk in a twilit forest
then wade through singing streams
until we reach a grassy field untouched by any foot.
to the rhythm of the singing streams
we dance across
until we fall.
and the grass catches us
in an embrace.
there we wait for the moon to rise.

but over the muddy hill the moon doesn't rise
and the stars don't shine.
here i wait,
forever gazing upward.

jamin gray

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